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“What a way to go.” She braced her hands onmy chest and wiggled her feet beneath her, raising and loweringover me in a crouch. It felt awful. And awfully good.
“How long do you think I can keep it up?”she asked, barely breathing hard despite the quick, sharp bouncingon her knees.
Judging from that alone, I knew the answerwas, “a long time.” But what I said was, “Oh fuck, oh fuck,”because her tight grip and maddening rhythm, coupled with thehypersensitivity, were quickly bringing me back to a painful peak.“I’m coming, princess.”
She giggled with delight, and she didn’tchange a thing. She didn’t speed up or go deeper, and my poor cockspasmed helplessly, barely inside her already cum-slick pussy.
“Okay, that’s…” I couldn’t speak. I liftedher bodily off me. “That’s enough.”
“Did I do a good job, my dragon?” she askedwith a grin, sliding across the sheets and leaving a streak ofwet.
My gaze fixed on her pussy, displayed by herraised and spread knees. “Oh yes. You did a very good job,princess.”
I was going to have to think of one hell ofa reward.
***
I dozed off briefly and woke while it wasstill dark. Charlotte lay beside me, her ginger-gold hair spilledacross the pillow, mouth slack in sleep. Not wanting to wake her, Igot up as carefully as I could and limped around cautiously in thedark until I found my cane. Then, I headed upstairs.
In my den, I sat on the couch and opened mylaptop. I located the file Miranda had sent me, Charlotte’scontract and questionnaire she’d signed and filled out before evensetting foot on the plane to the island.
Something she’d said in the shower washanging around the back of my mind. She’d said I made her feel likethe princess in the story I’d told her during our phone sex. Iwondered if there was some way we could make that real.
I knew she was okay with group sex andpublic sex. I scrolled to that section and smiled to myself. She’dchecked “yes” for gang bangs, defined as six or moreparticipants.
I tried to remember how many knights I’d putinto my story. Then, I remembered that I’d recorded it. Though myphone was locked up with all the other personal phones on theisland, I had a copy on my laptop that I’d…reminisced fondly with.Many times.
It had been hell being apart from her backthen. Wanting to touch her, knowing she was all the way across thefucking country. What was I going to do when she finally went backhome and we were long-distance again? I didn’t have any worriesabout our relationship surviving; I was in this for the long haulwith her. Maybe I had fuck-colored glasses on, but I didn’t foreseethat changing. Still, I couldn’t demand that she live with me inManhattan full-time, right off the bat. It would scare heraway.
I opened the video and turned up the volume.The footage was somewhat grainy, but there was Charlotte, naked,waiting to obey me.
A silly little game had started all of this.If I hadn’t told her a simple, filthy bedtime story while shemasturbated, the scene between the princess and her dragon in thebedroom downstairs wouldn’t have happened. Maybe it would have, butnot in the same way, with the same dynamic.
I’d known what Charlotte needed from me inthat one phone call. And while the underlying reason for that needbroke my heart, I was so grateful that I could provide the escapefor her. That she could understand my feelings for her, as long asthey were kept within the confines of our silly game.
I watched the video much longer than Ioriginally intended to. Twenty knights. That might be a few toomany, realistically. But I would love to see her try. I went backto her contract and copy/pasted some items into a desktop note.She’d left practically nothing off the table for me, except medicalplay, blood, things that were toilet related… There was a wealth ofkink I could build into this experience for her.
It could be our send-off, I realized. She’dsaid she only wanted to stay on the island for a few days. Why notstage this scene the night before we left? Let handpicked guestsget their fill of her while I watched? That’s what the dragon haddone.
Of course, I was a much more benevolentdragon. I wouldn’t deny her orgasms. I would make sure she had toodamn many. If she’d thought tonight had been extreme…
I didn’t message Miranda yet; it was themiddle of the night, but she would answer, regardless of her stateof consciousness. I didn’t like to bethatboss. Instead, Ityped up a list of what I would need, how I would like thingsmeticulously staged. I would also need to look at the currentroster of guests and send out invitations to the members Iselected. And the schedule for the castle would have to be cleared,event locations temporarily rearranged, and alternate playrooms setup.
Miranda would be in heaven. I was prettysure work was her kink.
Now that I’d had the idea, I was too keyedup to go back to sleep. Images of Charlotte spread out and helplessfor twenty men filled my imagination. I could see her pleading eyesas she gazed up at me, entirely lost in pleasure, drowning in it,desperate for it.
My cock shifted. It still felt overworked. Ineeded to do something to get my mind off sex and Charlotte.
I closed the computer and reached for thecontroller on the coffee table. A game would take my mind offthings. Something I’d played but never finished, maybe. The TV wokeup, and I scrolled through my options.
I immediately ruled outSkyrim.
Too many dragons.
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“This is a suspiciously normal breakfast,”Charlotte remarked, taking a bite of her pancakes.